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Words get written, words get twisted |
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Old meanings move in the drift of time |
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Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change |
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The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone |
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Bad mouth on a prayer day |
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Hope no one's listening |
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Roots down in the wet clay |
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Branches glistening |
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True disciples carrying that message |
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To color just a little with their personal touch |
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Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers |
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Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow |
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Bad mouth on a prayer day |
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Hope no one's listening |
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Roots down in the wet clay |
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Branches glistening |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
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In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals |
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High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom |
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I hope the old man's got his face on |
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He'd better be some quick change artist |
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Suffer little children to make their minds up soon |
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Bad mouth on a prayer day |
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Hope no one's listening |
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Roots down in the wet clay |
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Branches glistening |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
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Roots to branches |
